Friday, September 25, 2009

I'm challenging you, calling you out!

Okay, I was looking for poems for my kids to memorize and went to a trash heap of emo cutter verse called poetry.com. I told my kids: Okay! Right now! Write a poem about death! Make it "better" than the one I just read you, and make it fast. And by better, I mean even more pretentious and whiny, if possible.

I admit it; I was the one who wrote my paper right before class in high school and got a good grade on it because I had a big vocabulary and could fake depth. I think the teachers couldn't tell if I was serious.

This took me about 3 minutes. You write one now, a crappy poem about "death," and submit it to me. I bet you can fake it just as well. It has to suck but look like maybe it doesn't. If you don't belong to Vox, just sign up, silly OR stick it somewhere and give me the url. I DARE YOU. Because it's fun.

Summer decays window breeze

sneezing acrid displeasure, I

shiver in the fading light

Pressing my hand onto cold glass

it shatters at my touch

In my head at least—frame intact

solid and clear, all that broke

is my will to live

Despair in hibernation dark

huddled against grey walls

cornered by Nature's calm repose

I wait in silence for life to return

In the next post, I'm going to type out my kids' attempts at making fun of emo poetry.

Comments

I'm challenging you, calling you out!

Okay, I was looking for poems for my kids to memorize and went to a trash heap of emo cutter verse called poetry.com. I told my kids: Okay! Right now! Write a poem about death! Make it "better" than the one I just read you, and make it fast. And by better, I mean even more pretentious and whiny, if possible.

I admit it; I was the one who wrote my paper right before class in high school and got a good grade on it because I had a big vocabulary and could fake depth. I think the teachers couldn't tell if I was serious.

This took me about 3 minutes. You write one now, a crappy poem about "death," and submit it to me. I bet you can fake it just as well. It has to suck but look like maybe it doesn't. If you don't belong to Vox, just sign up, silly OR stick it somewhere and give me the url. I DARE YOU. Because it's fun.

Summer decays window breeze

sneezing acrid displeasure, I

shiver in the fading light

Pressing my hand onto cold glass

it shatters at my touch

In my head at least—frame intact

solid and clear, all that broke

is my will to live

Despair in hibernation dark

huddled against grey walls

cornered by Nature's calm repose

I wait in silence for life to return

In the next post, I'm going to type out my kids' attempts at making fun of emo poetry.